Tea Party with a Dragon

I'm a dragon.

I'm perfectly ordinary.

Every day, I run for my life in this damned, evil plane.

Sometimes, mages from other planes summon me to help them with little things.

They love chatting with me, and often leave me strange messages. They even hold regular tea parties in my garden. Most of the time, I read their messages without replying. I'm too busy.

After all, I have to fight, run for my life, study magic, grow flowers, and look for my mom, who's been missing for ages.

Then one day, while I was fighting, my opponent chanted a spell and summoned a bunch of ugly creatures. I slipped up and summoned the first... mage in this plane.

The holy light nearly blinded me.

Could this great archmage of light, with a whole sun following him around, really be that blond little mage who cried because he was scared of a few mere wolf monsters?

...Could this great lich who calls himself the Undead Calamity really be the apprentice of black magic who was so cold he used to curl up under my wing to sleep?

What are they saying? Oh, I heard them.